I arrived early at the sports centre.
People were leaving as they went to get lunch or go home. Sweating from tread mills and cardio.
I took a walk through the rented out rooms. Aerobics in one, judo in the next. I was sure Alisa said she had a class up here this morning.. oh there she was. Ballet.
Unlike the other girls, her hair was too short to tie into a bun so it bounced as she jumped and swished when she spun. She was so delicate to watch and pretty. I felt jealous of her sometimes.
Almost as elegant as the ice skaters in the same team as Yuri.
I peeked through the window. I didn't want her to come looking for me while I was trying to learn to skate.
I moved on and head down to the ground floor.
Going to the desk to pay for a ice-skates token. When I got there Yuri was waiting, calmly looking at his leopard print phone.
He was still in his practise trousers but had a tiger sweat shirt over it.
"G-good.. m-morning."
He looked up distastefully. "Mn," supprisingly, i saw, he was wearing the sweat band on his left wrist. His eyes flicked to mine and he looked away, shoving his hands in his pockets. He seemed to spit slightly at my presence. At least the brat insults had randomly stopped over the last few weeks. He still has a massive attitude problem though.

He headed onto the ice and i staggered after him. He held out his hand and i took it. Allowing him to guide me as normal in a gental loop. i only needed one of his hands to stay up right now. however i couldn't move unless he pulled. "you have to slide your feet forward." he grumbled. half letting go, only our fingers were touching. the gloves created fritction.
"ww-wait," i tried to catch up with him, "y-yuri!?" he let go completely, moving his hand a foot away from mine. i couldn't quite stretch to grab it.
"skate to me." he said. I pushed one foot forward. slipping i stamped the other behind me, keeping upright, i had moved a little. i slid forward again nice and slow. quivering i reached for his hand but he moved a little further away.
My heart was in my throat. i couldn't breath. i was terrified of falling.
Our fingers touched slightly and the door exploded inward. The boom shocked me and i slipped yelping.

"KITTTYYYY!" A voice yelled over me,
"Yurio!" another followed.

Yuri looked up and he glowered before he skated smoothly around me and hooked me up under the arms pulling me up effortlessly like I was an empty sack. Only moving after to take my hand.
"YURIO!" the first voice yelled again as someone zipped past me, taking Yuri with him. Half pulled by my hand i was left spinning "ahh!" very very fast. All i got time to see was a blurry short cut of silver hair and bright blue eyes. Now the rink around smudged out of focus, as I slowed my balance got worse. Another man followed him onto the ice. He must be Japanese or something. The spinning was slowing but my skates clattered on the ice.
"Viktor wait!" he glided across to the silver haired man and gave the shocked blond boy a hug, "Long time no see Yurio. Your as tall as me now!"
"HUH!?" Yuri bad attitude was back then. "I saw you two A few MOUNTHS AGO!" he yelled. "and move, Nina can't skate you morons." It was then i went down. Head first by the looks of it. Yuri managed to shoved them off and grab my arm. I landed painfully but not on my head, thank goodness, only my face but at least no concussion!

"Ah ah ah!" the silver man looked worried and panicked, "are you ok? I can do first aid. Give me a sec." he skated to the edge while his friend helped me up with Yuri.
I allowed them to pull me, not wanting to try myself. My arm ached where it had been yanked and my leg hurt where it had been squished below me.
Why was I so amazingly clumsy.

Back on solid ground i pulled the skates off. "I'm am so so so sorry!" the silver haired man sobbed giving me a plaster for my nose.
"i-it's really ok."
Yuri sent the man a death glare.
"so Yuri, introduce us all." the japanese man smiled kindly at me. Obviously trying to disperse the brewing argument as I felt my nose for damage. Bruising would be the worse.
Yuri sighed.
"This is Nina, Nina. Viktor, Yuuri." he pointed to each man.
"i-it's nice t-to meet you."
"And us you," Viktor said majestically. Seemingly recovered from sobbing. "Who knew Yuri could get himself such a sweet girlfriend."
... wait what? My face burst red, while Yuri choked, "HHHHUUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!?" he yelled after a moment.
"oh your not?" Yuuri, the japanese man asked,
"n-n-n-n-o n-n-o no no not at a-all!" i stuttered. "he's just teaching me to skate, n-nothing m-m-more!" speaking so fast i tasted something on my lip, metalic?

"oh your lip is cut," yuuri said, Grabbing some salve from the first aid bag. "here, put this on. Must have got it when you went down."
He pushed the cream into my hands.
"th-thankyou,"

As Viktor fussed, Yuri pulled his hoody over his head. Slouching in his seat.
Viktor spoke in rapid tones speeding along random routes of conversation and asking everyone questions it was how I ended up in the cafe; Victor sat next to Yuuri, the Japanese man. I sat next to Victor and Yuri.
Victor ordered a bunch of drinks. Offering Yuuri a beer with a cunning smirk who stubbornly shook his head with a whispered. "You know how I get when I drink." Victor pouted.
I can't even remember how we ended up in the cafe. This Victor guy just seems to drive everyone along with his antics. Yuri fished a card out of his pocket. It was the cafes symbol and in yellow unlimited.
"Nina?" He waved the card in front of me.
"My my yurio?" Viktor smiled, "are you offering to buy someone else lunch?"
He turned and whispered something to Yuuri, who smiled secretly. Yuri whipped his head to face Victor. "HUH?! I Have A Free Card Don't I?!" He yelled. A few people glanced over in shock as he stood.
"Nina?" He rumbled turning back to me.
"N-no its o-ok." I pulled some change from pocket. It wasn't much.
"Just tell me what your want for lunch!" He snapped. I flinched and squeaked; "Tuna wrap,"
He sighed. "Drink?"
"Oh um just t-tap water."
He grumbled something under his breath and stormed off with Victor jumping up with his wallet leaving myself with Yuuri.
"Hi Nina, we didn't get properly introduced. I'm Yuuri Katsudon."
"I-I'm Nina Starkovtina."
"It's very nice to meet you, may I ask how you came to know Yurio?"
"Of c-course,. Well y-you see..."
I quickly explained that it was more Yuri's coach forcing him to help me out of the kindness of his heart.
I finished just as Victor returned. "Yurio is coming." Placing a club sandwiched down for himself and a chicken one for Yuuri.
A certain blond came back carrying two plates as Victor left to grab some drinks.
"D-do you want some help?" I asked both, Victor waved me off while Yuri snapped at me. "No!"
The plate clattered in front of me. Tuna wrap on it. "T-thank y-you."
He stomped off, hands deep in his jacket pockets.
"He's a bit of a spitfire, no?" Victor said before following him.
A moment later they came back, each carrying two drinks. Yuri placed two hot chocolates on the table.
While Victor sat down, handing a drink to Yuuri.
Plisetsky sat down with an angry thud.
Should I remind him I asked for tap water. "Didn't Nina want tap water?" Yuuri reminded him for me,
The blond glared up at him, "HUH?! I KNOW!" He spat. He really did get angry fast.
"T-t-then w-why?" I squeaked.
"HUHHH? You Got All Glassy Eyed And Drooly When We Came In! You kept eying it." He finished moodily.
"I-oh, y-you..." my voice faded to a faint whisper. "You noticed. T-Thank You!"
He snarled angrily and sunk into his chair taking an aggressive bite of his food.

All in all it was a nice lunch. Yuri barely said anything, just moped. Yuuri and Victor chatted happily to me, asking me about my school and why I was learning to skate, if I enjoyed, was Yuri a good teacher. Yuri tuned to look out the window at this point, I nodded embarrassed, "y-yes he's a very good teacher."

After lunch I said good bye and went home.
I had school in the morning, in the morning after all.

I woke up early as I always did, dressing up warm and taking Sparrow for her daily walk. She had boundless energy and I had to jog to keep her from going into bat-shit-crazy mode.
By the time I got back my brother was slouched at the table failing to eat cereal like a normal human being and my dad was putting bread in the toaster. "Nutella, marmite or jam." The same question he always asked me.
"None, I'll get something on the way to school I have to be there at 7.30 today. I have an extra art activity this morning."
"Alright," he said as I picked up my school bag and left. Hearing Sparrow's barks behind the door just slammed in her face.
Sorry dog.

Walking into registration I sat next to Natasha who happened to be in 'home' class C with me.
"You've paint on your collar." She pointed to my shirt. From painting this morning, I had been alone in the art room so Nat was the first to notice. "What The Hell? What's with your lip?"
Oh right that, my parents had asked and i said i had tripped.
"I fell." I grumbled covering it subconsciously with my hand.
It felt bigger than earlier. More swollen.
"Looks bad." She huffed, "your such a klutz. Falling and tripping everywhere. Maybe theres a sport for it."
"for falling."
"uh yeah? what else sporty do you do?"
"is falling sporty?" I asked,
"its moving right?"

At lunch i sat in the cafeteria. Alisa gagged next to me as we were forced to watch the over confident display of Vervara and her boyfriend's public displayed of effection. He kissed her again on the cheek and we both exchanged a hoffifying glance. This was pure torture.
"sorry babe," he sighed, "I have to go to my club now." he said with a glance at the clock behind us. THANK GOD.
The clattered on the table alerted us to Natasha, "can I sit without watching the soppy performance now?" she was grinding her teeth. Vervara pouted and kissed him good bye as he slauntered off.
"Lay off guys." she grumbled.
Alisa placed her hands on the table. "Vervara it's a little... embarissing for us who don't... get involved with... people that way." oh sweet sweet Ali. Vervara's gonna kill you.
"WHY?" Vara hissed back, "its just a guy... and a girl being... you know. happy."
Natasha clapped the girl on the back, "Vari. come on." she said Uber seriously, "It's gross... and you know it."
"We only kissed on the lips once." she yelled, drawing attetion from the large groups of school kids around us.
"today." Nata pointed out mildly. "it's ok, but not at lunch. Kay mate?"
Vari stuck up her nose grumpily however Nat was already turning away. "did you guys hear?"
"What is it?" I asked. Looking at her exighted expression it was probably IceSkating. Natasha herelf was aiming to be a Coach, she was a good IceSkater too, however she was almost as eccentric as Alisa was over ballet. They had met after all at an Ice Skating club.
"The Russian Fairy, The Tiger, Another video of him practising with Viktorrrr and Yuuri. K. was posted yesterday. Look." she pulled out her phone. They leaned over the table to look. i could not hear anything and it was hard to see. "I'll show when we get out of here." Natasha said after a moment.
After eating they left the hall. Heading to the common room. A long room with sofas and bean bags. They gathered aroudn Natasha. Alisa perched on the back looking over my shoulder as Natasha pressed play.
Alisa was one of the 'angles' of something to do with skating and was grinning as nat pressed play. Vervara, unlike me, did take notice in what the two Iceskating lovers talked about, how ever she wasmore a tennis and music girl. except her perfct girl exterior hid a seriously scary, bossy girl who was also a very angry feminist. She had a good sense of humour though. She peeked at me over their heads and rolled her eyes. Nat and Alisa were way too emotionally involved with skaters. And ballet dancers for Ali. She still brought up the swan lake ballet she had seen three months ago.

The music started from Natasha's phone I was elbowed by her to watch. She was still trying to drag me to the dark side of Skater fangirling.
Three men stood at the edge of the ice. One Had short cropped silver hair and stood a little taller than the other two. His back was to the camara.

The skinniest one pulled off his hoody and blond hair stumbled free.
He stepped onto the Ice in black trousers and a black t-shirt.
"OH! ITS YURI!" Alisa squealed.
"shhh," Natasha hissed back, flapping her hand frantically.
I gaped, Blonde hair like that, thin, calm porcelain face, Yuri?! Like Yuri i knew, Yuri who taught me to skate? THAT YURI!
"who-who is th-this?"
Nat paused the video to answer, "Yuri Plisetsky. World figgure skating champion last year. it was his first year out of the juniors agian. He was only 15."
"s-seriously." I breathed but they didn't hear. The video had started again and the other two men had joined.
I didn't need to watch to know who they were. Well I know them in person. "wh-who are t-they?" but in the skating world. No clue.
Natasha sighed as she had to pause the video. "The japanese man Yuuri Katsuki, weirdly shares the same first name with the Russian tiger. Last years second place in the world championships and Viktor Nakavarof," she pointed to the man on the paused screen, sighing. "5 times champion, world champion." she added. "consecutavily."

"oh." i breathed. "I see."
If Alisa and Natasha ever found out how much time I spent with their beloved Yuri, and how I met Viktor, Natasha's hero and Yuuri Katsuki. A name i now recognised from their celebrating last year as also a hero of them... They woudl kill me.